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Thursday, 6 September 2012

911 Reaction

After the towers fell
this is how I felt.

We fell

We jumped my lily and me

We fell from the concrete
tree

It was dieing, badly
stung by that silver bee

We floated and flew

Ever closer the asphalt
grew

And then it was so dark

Cold Flames with no spark

Couldn’t feel a thing

But then the white tunnels bring

A comforting light

There was no need for a
fight

It was the best day to
know

That he will always do
right

It will be a short night

And man won’t ever, ever
lose the fight

Down on the earth was
hell

Those big trees shook and
then fell

We welcomed thousands
more souls as well

19 went to hell

It was the best day to
know

Some things you cant sell

We all wanted to tell

It will be a short nite

And man will never ever
lose the fight

We are watching from
above

Sending down creamy
clouds of love

To those that survived,
the ones who have not yet died

Pick up and strive, to
keep hope alive

It’s a good day to know

Terror is only on the
inside

Take your life with pride

It will be a short nite

And man will never lose
the fight

A hundred years from now

There will be terror as
well

It will never go away

Bad things they like to
stay

To interfere with his
ways

It will be good to know

His children can play

Until the last day

It will be a short nite

And man will win the
fight

They flew

They flew the plane
without regard

It hit us very hard

And time will not forget

What damage they had
meant

How there was a failure

Proved freedom is no
dream

We can not fear the
stranger

Killing what it seems

The things we took for
granted

Before the towers fell.

Now were bombing evil
flintstones

Hiding in the snow

They go about barefoot

And fighting’s all they
know

They got 20 years of
training

Not burdened by
explaining

And now there really
ready

Ready for the show

English, Russkies,
Yankies,

It is a path they well
know

The world will fracture
somewhat

As enemy’s are friends

And the friends we
thought we trusted

On them we cant depend

All we want is victory,
but we cant find it again

So all we can do is be
civil and try to

Live and breathe

Without a chronic
terrorist disease

They flew the plane
without regard

It hit us very hard

And time will not forget

What damage they had
meant

Killing for Allah

Allah, Allah gives me
Allah

One two Allah, die for
Allah

Gimme a death that stinks
for Allah

Ya its alright, its
alright, forget about peace

Forget about Islam, kill
the devil, but you know you is one.

Its alright alright
alright, Kill Kill Kill tonite.

Widows and Orphans all
for Allah

Live in town and then
kill for Allah

It’s right its alright

Taliban ,Taliban they
know their Allah

He’s right always right,
its right for Allah , hoe hoe

Take a young man, Allah
Allah

Cardboard cutter in Hand
,Allah Allah

Cut her neck Allah Allah

Its alright alright Alright

Blood and Guts

We make parts for Allah

Yeah, you can to, you can
to

Look man deaths around

Aint nothing we cant do ,
cant do

Its right its alright
Yeah

Live in a cave, pretend
your brave

Its right its alright

Shame Shame you bring to
Islams name

Its alright Its alright

Your just more nuts,
insane insane

Abusing someones sacred
name

Its right its so right

Take some time find Allah
Allah

Hes right so right, so
right

Allah Alah

Wont fight Wont fight

Its peace you idots

That’s right that’s right

Big Mac, Bud lite maybe
Marlboros

They mean fight it’s a
fight

Part of culture, its not
right its not right

Solution is easy, no more
sleazy

Were tight so tight

So come on Allah, Come on
Alright

Do right do right, do
right

Smite the vermin, now
were learnin

Life its alright, its
alright.

Rockford Files

Rockford files on the
pavement

A part of the world wide
dragnet

Were going to hunt old
evil down

Not going to leave one
town

With terror inside, when
the bad guys all died

We were justice and pride

Now all the cynics say

Its just another day

Of scheming and pride

Of secrets to hide

To go on with our ways

And always make sure

The other guy pays

Could be the last chance

For us to go on

With only a song

To fill up our heart

Lets make a new start

And try and do right

Not just take our might

And drop it from high

Exploding with light

Darkness made bright

A force you cant fight

An end of the nite

Into the sun we will run

Down the beach chasing
fun

There will be a last time

A bloody last time

Till the world is one

Cause were mostly the
same

Differences don’t maim

Don’t bring death from
above

It may sound funny

But all we need it love

Or a little respect

Some new etiquette

To realize a dream

Take the man from the
machine

Watch the world made
clean

Draw a new scene, with
poor people in love

Without help from above

The Fountian

It was a fountain of
growth upon a new land

A place with an address
but could be bypassed or speared.

Take down the wounded
warrior under his owner’s crass command

Its just a buttery
summary of Orwell’s last stand.

Sparks fly from the
effort put forth

Defeat the enemy or wear
séances so fort.

Just Just take and take
apple away, do it 10 billion times every day

Who in the future will
say, selling vitamins is a copyright play.

Go go down to the
midnight beach, feel the street like a dog in heat.

We howled at the last
night of love, it waits for a fight.

Been suspecting ever
perfection overriding errorless love.

Take down all the vooms
its notions that I cant approve.

Give a man some blow to
his head, not enough to kill him, he already dead.

Through his eyes comes
the pain of admission, life gives no second audition.

So messed up with random
thinking, not aware of any signal blinking

He runs to the plane and
falls into a game, but he knows unforced trouble is never the same.

The only thing to count
on is blame, when you reach for the stars but end up in bad bars,

There are plenty around
to complain, or worse they will carp and stink like fish in the dark after the
waters long gone away.

The smell is like a
violin, with all the bows playing on one string, and it cuts like a fart
through a sacred art and nothing gets drawn until the money starts.

Money flows like water
uphill not towards squatters, it floats at the top and they cant seem to drop,
or even bend to the pain, of knowing it just aint the same.

Twenty years gone, they
paved over the pond, and the burger stand closed, so the clown he could pose
and the children get covered with need, if your hungry it his burger for feed.